She shimmers like the surface of a swimming pool
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Staring out of blue horizon eyes
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She's flippin' through the pages of the interview
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Her fingernails are diamond white
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She winces at the passing of a careless thought
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Of butchered bodies in the morgue
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And then she shakes her hair across her eyes
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Like a closed blonde door
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The crime wasn't low self-esteemed this time, they joked
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As they loaded in the back door for a couple of stiffs
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Up on Skyline Drive
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A pastel sunset colored the sky, the city below them
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He points down to the place that he lives from
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Up on Skyline Drive
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Marble furniture the color of toothpaste
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She sits beside the pool out in the sun
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Teabag floats as if an astronaut in space
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And menstruates in a silver cup
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Sentry system picking up a bearded man
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He's muttering under his breath
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Up in the helicopter cameras roll as he's shot to death
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Skyline Drive
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
